My lover is this organization

"Long live Lord Rum!"

Feeling the atmosphere of everyone responding in the car, Rum couldn't help but laugh, his voice still low.

"It would be great if you could think so."

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Chapter 312 People cannot, or at least should not...

At a military base in Camden County, North Carolina, a row of tanks with thick gun barrels rumble along the designated routes like soldiers patrolling in an ordinary military area.

A black luxury car drove in from outside the military base.

Generally speaking, when uninvited guests like this approach a military base, the mercenaries will first issue a verbal warning to the target out of what is called "humanitarian" considerations in today's society.

If verbal warnings work, then just pretend nothing happened.

But if it doesn't work, then it's just a shot in the arm.

However, the classic scenes of gun battles in free America that were imagined to take place every day did not happen. The black limousine drove into the military base on its own, as if it did not see these sturdy and armed mercenaries.

On the contrary, the heavily armored tanks on patrol, when they saw the car driving towards them, actually took the initiative to drive to the side.

This used to be the base of one of the three major private security companies cooperating with the US State Department, but now it has been rented by Rum in the name of the Karasuma Group, including all the security facilities and personnel inside. As the organization's branch base in the United States, it costs a huge amount of money to renew its use every year.

But this is still just a drop in the bucket compared to the revenue of the Karasuma Group.

The black luxury car passed through the training ground and entered a huge aircraft hangar, and the hangar door closed.

It was parked in the center of the hangar, taking up the spot used to park airplanes.

Suddenly, accompanied by the humming sound of the motor and the roar of the metal clips coming off, the ground began to sink slowly.

This is similar to the facilities Qin Wuque built under the Suzuki Tower.

The sinking ground turned into a moving lifting platform, carrying the car and the people in it downward at a constant speed.

Rum, who was sitting in the car, was not panicked, and the others looked a little excited. It was obvious that this was not the first time they came here, and they also knew what was going on.

The downward passage is deep and long, and the speed of the lifting platform is relatively slow. As the opening above the head closes, the entire tunnel falls into complete darkness. Amid the buzzing sound of the motor, it seems as if people are being sent directly to the deepest hell.

About five or six minutes later, the lifting platform finally touched the bottom. In the dim light of the safety light, a huge explosion-proof door appeared in the field of vision of everyone in the car. The scene was no less impressive than the entrance to the Umbrella Corporation that Aunt Wang and Leon found in the remake of Resident Evil 2.

The romanized characters of the Karasuma Group were painted on it in white paint - Karasuma.

"Get out of the car," said Rum.

So everyone got off the bus.

Rum took the lead and walked in front. As soon as he arrived in front of the explosion-proof door, the camera in the upper corner of the side immediately moved towards his position.

"It's me." Rum bowed slightly.

At the same time, all the bodyguards following behind him bowed in unison.

A group of people saluted the surveillance camera. This scene was hilarious no matter how you describe it.

But the surveillance camera seemed to have a personality. In response to the people's greetings, it moved up and down in a very humanistic manner, as if it was nodding.

Then the explosion-proof door opened automatically to both sides.

Rum took the lead and walked in. Pure white was the main color of the scenery behind the door. Judging from the decoration style, this should be a fairly large experimental base.

As soon as he walked into the hall of the experimental base, the researcher responsible for registering people in and out at the door immediately stood up and bowed to Rum.

"Lord Rum."

"Um……"

Rum nodded and waved for the other party to sit down.

"I'll look for the person in charge," he said.

"Okay, I'll connect you to the base manager right away." The researcher picked up the phone on the table and dialed, "Good morning, Director. Lord Rum is waiting for you in the lobby... Okay."

The call ended and the researcher stood up again.

"Lord Rum, the person in charge will be here soon, please wait for a moment."

"Got it," said Rum.

Less than a minute later, an intellectual woman in a white coat walked out from the corner of the hall corridor. Seeing Rum waiting at the door of the hall, she immediately quickened her pace to greet him.

"Lord Rum," she said.

"How's the progress of the experiment?" Rum asked straight to the point.

"The experiment..." The female person in charge hesitated for a moment. "The experiment is going quite smoothly and has reached the final stage of perfection. I suggest that we talk while walking."

"Okay." Rum took a quick step forward.

The female person in charge followed closely, talking as she walked.

"In previous experiments, we found that most humans contaminated by dragon blood would die directly, some would turn into violent monsters, and only a very small number would evolve. However, this evolution is still unstable. It can only slow down the speed at which humans transform into monsters and gain superhuman powers while maintaining a clear mind for a certain period of time, but the final result is the same."

"So we speculate that this is probably because the dragon tyranny gene has taken an absolute advantage during the evolution process. To put it simply, it's like pouring too much chili oil into a hot pot, and then the flavor of the hot pot base itself can't be tasted at all, so we made a difficult and painful decision..."

"What decision?" Rum motioned for the female person in charge to continue.

“We made it into a shabu-shabu pot…”

The female manager calmly pulled out a pair of clappers from her pocket and said, "This is what is medically known as a pontine separation surgery. This can effectively separate the human personality from the dragon personality. The left hemisphere controls desires, which are dominated by the violent dragon genes, while the right hemisphere controls reason, which is dominated by the docile human genes."

"But this will still lead to an unavoidable problem, which is that the human personality will completely lose the driving force of desire and become very demented. Only when the sound of the clapper helps them switch to Longge will they have the ability to act independently. Under normal circumstances, the subjects who have undergone pontine separation surgery will either stare at the window in a daze or lie motionless like a vegetable."

"It sounds like a remote-controlled bomb, but the one controlling this bomb is a bangzi instrument?" said Rum.

"You could say that." The female manager nodded. "The only way to get them moving is to tie them up first, then fly them to the target mission location, use the sound of a clapper to switch their personalities on the plane, and throw them off the plane before the personality switch is complete. The rest is up to fate."

"I believe Lord Rum doesn't want to become like that either." She added, "So we made this latest version."

After saying that, she stuffed the clapper back into her large white coat, and took out two syringes that were flashing strange colors from her clothes.

"What is this?" Rum looked at the two syringes with interest.

"The ultimate evolution drug," the female manager said. "After being injected with this evolution drug, humans can have the power of dragons for a short period of time while remaining conscious. However, due to the drug's strong effect, users will still mutate into violent monsters after more than four hours, so the locking agent must be injected within four hours."

"Then this doesn't seem to be the so-called evolutionary medicine you mentioned." Rum was a little dissatisfied.

"Yes." The female manager nodded again, "So we plan to divide the final product into ten syringes, one for injection every other week, for ten courses of treatment. This will allow the user to gradually gain strength in a relatively slow and steady process."

"Then have you ever thought of another possibility?"

Rum stared at the female leader with his one eye.

"Hybrid inheritance."

"This……"

The female manager hesitated for a moment and slowly shook her head.

"We currently believe that this is not possible. Regardless of whether humans and dragons are reproductively isolated, at least according to human historical records, dragons are usually quite large. When the body of the largest dragon in history was placed on a mountaintop covered with snow all year round, its wings could hang all the way down to the foot of the mountain. So I think Lord Rum should understand what I mean."

"People cannot, or at least should not..."

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The previous book about biochemical viruses was boring, so I prefer the war between kings.

Of course, what I like most is to get the girl's social security (funny)

Chapter 313 It’s body odor! It’s Mary’s body odor! (Funny)

With the sniper killing of the last of Timothy Hunter's enemies, former U.S. Army officer Jack Waltz, and the death of Kevin Yoshino, the sniper incident finally came to an end.

Tokyo, which had been in turmoil and panic recently, has finally regained the tranquility and prosperity that a normal international metropolis should have.

In the morning, in the living room of the villa, Qin Wuque, who had just woken up and washed up, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating breakfast while watching the news host's final report on the sniper incident on TV.

The two experts who were responsible for reporting the news were still the same ones who performed crosstalk and tried to spin the revenge sniper incident into an indiscriminate random killing, trying to spread panic and attract attention.

"Congratulations! Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the Japanese Public Security Police Agency, the perpetrator of the sniper incident a few days ago was finally arrested. Now everyone is safe. This is really cause for celebration..."

It is called a report, but to put it bluntly, it is just praising the Japanese police for being awesome.

Qin Wuque had no idea how Toru Amuro convinced the top Japanese public security officials to accept such military merit.

After all, if a normal human falls from a height of more than 300 meters, even the strongest body would be smashed into a pool of rotten flesh. The recovery work would be very difficult, not to mention convincing the top Japanese public security officials that Kevin Yoshino was legitimately shot to death by Japanese public security personnel.

It's been broken into pieces like this. Did you just shoot several tons of bullets into it like pounding meat, and then pick out the bullets one by one?

Who the hell believes this!

I don’t quite understand the operating procedures, but there is no doubt that this is the result that Qin Wuque wants to see.

But it doesn’t matter even if they don’t accept it. Just kill them all and then replace them with a group of people who are willing to accept military merit.

This is what is called "respecting shit but not eating it, then eating punished shit".

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile inadvertently appeared on Qin Wuque's lips.

"You look like an old man walking his bird in the park after retirement~"

Huihara Ai, who had also just woken up, took a breakfast and sat on the sofa next to Qin Wuque. Seeing the expression on this guy's face, she couldn't help but complain.

"I think so too..."

Qin Wuque picked up a steamed dumpling dipped in vinegar and put it into his mouth, sighing.

"If Rum is willing to hand over all the industrial networks of the organization in Japan to me, then I can let him go... But it's probably impossible. And even if Rum is dealt with, there is still the Mud Miserable Society in Tokyo. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt."

As we all know, the Yakuza are legal in Japan. The Nicankai is a long-established gang in Tokyo that secretly runs some illegal gun and ammunition businesses. It has always been in a barely competitive relationship with the organization. One of the leaders of the Nicankai, Kiriko Dokujima, is a political enemy of Yasutsugi Domon, who was previously killed by Qin Wuque.

According to Chongguo's traditional tactical thinking, the enemy of my enemy is my friend and is someone who should be won over.

As a result, the enemy of his enemy has been killed by him, and only the enemy is left... There is no choice but to surrender them all.

"Don't worry, this is not the most troublesome thing." Huiyuan Ai said meaningfully, "The real troubles are still to come~"

Qin Wuque was stunned.

"My dear wife, why do you say that..."

Ring ring ring~thump! thump thump thump! thump thump thump!

Before he could finish his words, a telephone ringing sounded in the living room, which sounded like the theme song of the movie Mission: Impossible.

Qin Wuque picked up the phone reflexively and took a look. When he saw the name on the caller ID, he was a little surprised.

"Hello? Sonoko, why are you calling me at this time?"

The girl beside him couldn't help but curl her lips helplessly after hearing the name at the beginning.

"Sure enough, trouble is coming."

……

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, in the lobby on the first floor of Sakura Hotel.

"Brother Qin! Here, here!"

In front of the barrier-free elevator, Suzuki Sonoko, who had been waiting here for more than ten minutes, saw Qin Wuque appear at the main entrance of the hall. She immediately showed a look of joy, waved her arms and greeted him loudly. Her outstanding behavior caused many staff members in the hall to turn around and salute her.

Beside her, the thin-skinned Xiaolan looked embarrassed and could only persuade her in a low voice.

"Don't be like this, Yuanzi, it feels so embarrassing..."

"Lan, don't worry about these little details. There's a saying that those who care about details are stupid~"

Yuanzi squinted her eyes and smiled, patting her best friend's shoulder nonchalantly.

Xiaolan could only laugh dryly, having no idea what to do with her.

Qin Wuque came here by taxi. As soon as he entered the hotel gate, he noticed Yuanzi and Xiaolan next to the elevator, so he walked over and said.

"Why are there just the two of you? Where's Sera?"

“Sera-san’s words…”